Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife
Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Nancy, Look Carefully

Jennifer found herself unable to provide further explanation and bowed, offering an apology. “Mr.Foster, I apologize for lying.”

Ignoring her, Luke carried Linda and stepped into the elevator, leaving Jennifer awkwardly standing bythe door.

In this tense moment, Shannon approached with a guilty look on her face. She cautiously asked,“Jennifer, what should we do? Will Mr. Foster be angry at Linda like this?”

Jennifer replied uncertainly, “I don’t know if he’ll be angry at Linda, but he’s already angry at us.” Aftersaying this, she casually scratched her head. “For us, it’s bearable as long as Linda isn’t negativelyaffected.”

“Mr. Foster loves Linda so much; he probably won’t.”

Jennifer sighed, her experience in the complex world of the entertainment industry shaping herperspective. She reflected on the blurred lines between reality and fiction in this world. Her request wassimple-she just hoped Linda wouldn’t get hurt.

Without time to retrieve Nancy’s luggage, Nicholas carried her directly to his room. As he laid her onthe bed, it became clear that she was heavily intoxicated. As he was about to help her undress for ashower, a sudden realization hit him-they were no longer a couple. This left him wondering how hecould assist her with something as intimate as a shower.

As he was about to get up and replace someone to help her with her shower, she unexpectedly reachedout. She grabbed his tie with her slender, fair hand, forcefully pulling him in front of her. Caught offguard, Nicholas found himself inches away from Nancy. Their breaths mingled, and their noses nearly

touched. Despite the close proximity, the sight of her features, particularly her rosy and plump lipsunder the warm lamplight, instantly stirred his heart. He admitted to himself-he was in turmoil. It was acomplete mess.

In this intense moment, there was a palpable heat in the air, perhaps intensified by the alcohol. Nancy,still intoxicated, reached out and began fumbling with her clothes as she hummed lightly. Her actionsseemed casual, but the sounds escaping her lips were like a potent elixir to Nicholas at that moment.He feared he might not be able to control himself.

Unaware of her own actions due to the alcohol, Nancy lay on the bed, breathing heavily. The flush onher face, intensified by the alcohol, looked alluring and captivating under the gentle lamplight,accentuating her natural beauty. Her clothing pulled down at her chest, further emphasizing herenticing curves.

Nicholas was tormented to the point of madness. His parched and restless state was furtherexacerbated by their close proximity, as everything about her lay bare before his eyes. The intensity ofthe moment led him to lose all reason. His whispered words of “Nancy” were followed by his impulsivelean to kiss her rosy lips.

As he leaned in for a kiss, Nancy abruptly slapped him across the face. Her hazy eyes fluttered open indisbelief, and she wondered, Nicholas? What’s going on? Why is he here? She had intentionallydrowned herself in alcohol, hoping to forget about him and have a peaceful night’s sleep. Yet, there hewas, his face blurrily swaying before her.

In her intoxicated state, Nancy reached out, patting Nicholas’ face, her slaps producing a loudsmacking sound. As she continued to pat him, she murmured, “You’re so annoying! Nicholas, why areyou everywhere? Why do you keep showing up?”

Her words immediately darkened his expression, making him wonder if she wanted to avoid him evenwhen she was drunk.

“Nicholas, do you know? You’re like a lingering ghost. Why can’t you leave me alone?” Her irritationwas palpable, and she couldn’t seem to shake his presence from her thoughts.

Nicholas, sensing her annoyance, grabbed her wrist and warned her with frustrated gritted teeth,“Nancy, look carefully. I’m a person, not a ghost.”

She seemed momentarily taken aback by this revelation, her drunken stupor briefly interrupted. Then,she chuckled, her inebriated mind refusing to believe it. “You can’t be a ghost. Ghosts aren’t sohandsome. But how can you look exactly like Nicholas? Who are you?”

Nicholas, frustrated beyond words, struggled to respond.

Nancy pouted in dissatisfaction when her demand for an answer went unanswered. She extended herhand and pushed forcefully, reiterating her question, “Who are you? Who exactly are you?”

“I am Nicholas,” he said, his tone softening as he recognized that a gentler approach was needed tohandle the situation.

Nancy smiled drowsily upon hearing this, her mood shifting erratically. She reached out and pattedNicholas’ face again, mumbling, “Nicholas? Haha… You say you’re Nicholas?” In her state, shecouldn’t comprehend how he could be her ex-husband. “But how could you possibly be Nicholas?You’re so silly that you can’t even tell a lie,” she remarked, still baffled by the situation.

He attempted to explain, “I didn’t lie; I am Nicholas.”

“You dummy. Nicholas is at home now! I’m in Swania; how could he be here?” she exclaimed, herintoxicated grin revealing her amusement.

Gathering Nancy’s disheveled clothes, Nicholas struggled to suppress his impulses and then patientlyexplained, “You silly girl. Can’t I…” He hesitated, his thoughts racing-Fly over here?

However, before he could finish his sentence, she suddenly lowered her arm, rolled over in bed, andbegan tossing and turning while keeping her eyes closed. Even though her eyes were shut, sheremained awake, clearly somewhat confused. She continued to roll on the bed, holding onto a pillow,her pink and tender lips puckered as she murmured incessantly. “Linda, do you know what? I actuallysaw a fake Nicholas just now. He even tried to deceive me, but luckily, I’m clever; otherwise, I wouldhave been fooled.”

As the real Nicholas stood by the bed, he couldn’t help but twitch his lips, utterly perplexed by how heended up being mistaken for a fake version of himself.

“Linda, your bed is incredibly soft and comfortable,” Nancy mumbled in her intoxicated state.

“Linda, you’re right. There are so many good men out there. Why should I tie myself to one person?You said you’d introduce a boyfriend to me. I think the young hunk in your phone with the greatphysique is much better than Nicholas. How about you introduce him to me?”

“Or maybe a mature man is okay. Mature men are caring. I feel like I might prefer a mature man. Whydon’t you introduce me to a mature man?”

“Hmm? Sister-brother romance is cute, too. What should I do? How about introducing a cute youngerbrother to me?”

“Linda, I believe they’re all great. What should I do? Could you please introduce all of them to me?”

She hoped that by considering different potential partners, she could distract herself from her ex-husband, Nicholas, who had become such a bother.

“Naughty, please go away.”

“Please leave quickly.”

Every time Nancy thought of Nicholas, she would vigorously wave her hand, trying to dismiss theintrusive memories. It had worked the first two times, but now, something was wrong. Her hand,seemingly paralyzed, couldn’t respond to her desperate gestures. “Boohoo…” She panicked and criedout. “Naughty! Who is holding onto me? Let go of me. Let go of me immediately.”